As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.
by metavalent
“You don’t have to figure it out.” — Evy Poumpouras
Watch Former Secret Service Agent Evy Poumpouras if the embed does not behave nicely.
Lack of economic or other resources to prove something in a court of law does not make it less true; although I am infinitely grateful for the justice established after a decade and a half of foot-dragging and deep grass roots bureaucratic corruption slowed a process that should have taken 15 days, not 15 years. It was one of those nightmare life experiences that one cannot comprehend unless one is somehow blessed to live through it. That’s right, blessed. Because I did survive, against all odds and intentions of those who chose to hate and harm.
To have born witness to what was done to someone who was once one of my life’s top role models, sponsors, and heroes; and to have become collateral damage to the devastation that was wrought her memory, her legacy, and her family, after an entire lifetime of extraordinary service in every aspect of life, is something that cannot be expressed in words. Well, there is a word, and people won’t like to hear it. It is the word EVIL. Pure evil was done to people who couldn’t have less deserved it, as is so tragically too often the case on a fallen planet Earth. Selah.
However, that long-delayed justice was only the tip of the iceberg. There is so much more grass roots corruption to address in that city and county that it defies description. Anyone with more than a minute’s experience of the worst of human proclivities knows that lack of a hard trail of receipts does not make something less true; it just numbers such truths among the fathomless sea of forever publically inscrutable FACTS. Facts they remain, nonetheless. That is why #IIWIIAWIII, is the realm of the Serenity Prayer.
No less than the Psalmists lamented that there are some things in life that some people seem to get away with, at the time; but rest assured, anon, there is a Book of Life that no-one can hack, alter, or marr, in any way, shape, or form. For those who possess a conscience and a functioning moral compass, we can never escape our own accountability, and thank God for that, above all, for to lack one or the other of those core moral attributes seems potentially a fate worse than death. One can only imagine in words what such a deplorable state (yes, there is a legitimate use of that word, despite its political perversion) might be like, and become instantly filled with genuine gratitude for the capacity to comprehend one’s own errors, to correc them, and to amend one’s ways.
Perhaps this is why The Master teaches us to petition the Courts of Eternity with, “forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.” Not always easy, but it is THE tenet to live by, in a world where every day inevitably presents new empirical PROOF of “what’s happened’s happened,” sure to become immortalized in history as one of the great one-liners of 2020’s cinema.
“What do you call that?” the Protaganist responded.
“Reality.”
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